Quotes About Fragility

You never knew when you'd find a chink in the armor big enough to die through.

We all think we're snowflakes, but we're Tinker Toys, held together by our interchangeable parts. (39)

When you meet a man who is broken, pick him up and carry him. When you meet a woman who's broken, put her all into your arms. Cause we don't know where we come from … we don't know where we are.

If I run or breathe too deep, the cheap stitches holding me together will snap, and all the stickiness inside will pour out and burn through the concrete.

They tied me back together, but they didn't use double knots. My insides are draining out of the fault lines in my skin, I can feel it, but every time I check the bandages, they're dry.

i decapitated dandelions all morning, leaving carnage and death strewn into my path.

She looks like a china doll," observed Grandfather as we departed. "I will break just as easily," I muttered.

Dr. Parker and all my parents live in a paper-mache world. They just patch up problems with strips of newspaper and a little glue.

Sono lo spazio tra le mie cosce e la luce che ci passa attraverso. Sono il topo di biblioteca che si rifugia nei romanzi fantasy. Sono il freak del circo, intrappolato nella cera d'api. Sono le ossa che vogliono, racchiuse in una cornice di porcellana.

Bees blew like cake-crumbs through the golden air, white butterflies like sugared wafers, and when it wasn't raining a diamond dust took over which veiled and yet magnified all things

There is nothing stranger than to love somebody who is mad, or who is intermittently so. The weight, the strain, the anxiety is a heavy load to bear – if only because among these confusional states and hysterias loom dreadful probabilities like suicide or murder. It shakes one's hold also on one's own grasp of reality; one realises how precariously we manage

Não há múmias, pedaços de tecido colados ao osso, medas de sal ou cadáveres que jamais estivessem nem metade dos mortos que estamos hoje.

It's quite sad to see how many people I've known over that years that just die off, you know like wilted flowers. Well, there's something to be said for flowers in the dustbin.

...a sad sort of vulnerability was wafting from her, making the night smell like maple syrup.

There is a silence so great that I can hear the ice crystals cracking and falling from eyelashes of girls who will never blink again.

Umbrellas are so small and sad and easy to forget.

I know my mouth is agape and my eyes are wide, but I'm relieved that hope isn't a tangible thing, because everyone around me would see mine crumbling.

So much for modern science and its wonderful discoveries that just about everything can kill you. Life is only a bedtime story before a long, long sleep.

Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea, But bad mortality o'ersways their power, How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea, Whose action is no stronger than a flower?

We are the accidental result of an unplanned process ... the fragile result of an enormous concatenation of improbabilities, not the predictable product of any definite process.

Flies are so mighty that they win battles, paralyse our minds, eat up our bodies.

But eggshells were made to be broken, and slamming into a 100-story skyscraper at the speed of light would likely do the deed.

What will I do if I find myself with a heart?" "Lose it constantly, I imagine.

Well one tiny poisonous spider can kill a very large man if it bites him in the right place.